There are melodies deep in my heart
Somewhere in the past, she put them there.
There are memories in my vision
Of southern France, she placed them there.
There are verses in my book,
She put them there in Alexandria.
She keeps for me lines
In red silk.
She holds for me
faces of a past I have forgotten.
She shapes for me faces
In a future that has yet to come.
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